what we could all learn from the remarkable South African Granny

You get back from your holiday and pick up the newspaper or turn on the news and you are horrified by the sheer violence which is going on in so many places in the world.  Tit for tat, rocket for rocket, bomb for bomb, life for life, child for child, so it ticks on and the casualties mount and the fury incites further fury.
I thought back to my South African mother and grandmother and how she had dealt with the loss of her only son, shot and killed 16 years ago and I wondered how many people whose child, caught in between one side and the other, killed for no apparent reason, could focus her damaged eye and heart on the pain of all mothers whose children were being killed and not focus on the effect on herself and her family, not seek to find and hurt and prosecute the murderer but simply focus on all the mothers and grandmothers who were meeting the same horror, the same knock on the door, the same sit by the bed and the same identification process.
Then I thought that unless you have an example of someone who does this, how would you ever be able to take that remarkable route.  And unless you heard her story, you wouldn't even consider it an option.  So, if you know anyone who knows anyone who has a son who has been killed or has a son about to go out and take revenge on someone else, tell them that there is another way won't you.